Mission: Rescue Blake 2/2

He carefully went down the stairs, and after turning a corner of the basement, Ethan discovered that the size below exceeded his expectations.Looking at the flickering lights, the darkness grew denser in the distance.He immediately thought of the abandoned meat processing factory next to him. It seemed that the basement of this house was connected to a tunnel, while walking down the hall, he could see the wall next to it, which was covered with iron hooks of various sizes, surely they were leftover utensils from the old meat processing factory. Although they had not been used for a long time, they still gave off a cold light.After walking a few steps, Ethan stopped. He reached out and touched an iron hook that hung in the air next to him. He was sticky but from the gloom of place he couldn't make out the substance in his fingers.After rubbing it for a while, he put his fingers in front of his eyes. The blood on the finger had not completely clotted and was dark red in color. Judging by the time, it couldn't be Blake, but someone had been killed there not too long ago.Looking at the huge iron hook in front of him, he couldn't think of anything but how many people would have been hung there before, because if anything he could assume that this was not the first victim of old Gram.Ethan's eyes trembled, and his senses sharpened, he must be alert.At that moment, a figure appeared in front of him. He quickly raised his gun and fired. The two shots hit the iron pillar where the figure shone, splashing some sparks.Ethan lowered his gun and quickly chased her through the tunnel. After folding two corners, the figure disappeared again, and you could only hear his own agitated breathing around him.Ethan tried to follow the blood trail, but it looked like the wound had been treated and there was no trace on the ground.He secretly cursed; that ghost place was like a maze.The basement was full of discarded machines from the old meat processing factory and was divided into rooms that were probably used to store materials.Passing through a room, Ethan quickly raised his gun again.Only this time he did not decide to open fire.In the center of the room, a thick iron chain hung from above. The chain tied a woman's hands tightly, ran on him, stepped on the sticky ground and looked at the blonde woman who was suspended from the chains, thinking the worst.Ethan breathed a sigh of relief and then clenched his teeth. The good news is that it wasn't Blake, but the hanging woman was a young woman very much like her. The young blonde woman had no clothes on her body, and had many signs of abuse, as if she had been tortured. His eyes looked at Ethan wide open and you could see a panic and terror in his gaze.Ethan squeezed the hilt of the gun so hard that his knuckles turned white.He tried to lower the woman, but the chains held her tight.He reached out again to close his eyelids, but after several attempts, the woman still looked at him with wide eyes.-Don't worry, I'll take revenge on you.-After Ethan finished speaking, he pursed his lips and left the room, leaving the blonde woman behind.—That bastard has to die. — whisper furious.This time, Ethan no longer had any hesitation on his mind and searched forward with someone to vent. After going a few more laps, he came to an open space with a desk in front of him.He arrived at the desk, where there were several newspapers and publications stacked on the table.Ethan flipped through the pages quickly and saw the girl's face suddenly appear between them. They were all newspapers about the girl's mysterious disappearance.As I continued to leaf through, Ethan's eyes grew colder and colder. After leafing through a few more pages, his hand suddenly stopped.Unlike the previous news where all the victims were girls, this time he was a little boy.According to press reports, the innocent little Martin Bristow had disappeared while playing in the backyard of his house. Her heartbroken mother had begged the kidnapper to speak to her and was willing to spend all her money to redeem the boy.Ethan looked at the date of the news report and found that more than two years had passed.Could this be the boy Blake saw? Who was kidnapped by Gram and brought him here. I really don't know how to imagine what this child could have been for in the last two years.He dropped the newspapers in his hand. It looked like he was now dealing with a serial killer.After Ethan dropped the newspaper, he saw a figure running to the side with his peripheral vision, and he quickly turned around and chased after her.After chasing two rooms, the figure in front was not very fast and he hid under a table.Ethan was about to shoot, but suddenly he felt something was wrong. The figure of this man was very different from that of the subject who attacked them above.— Are you Martín? Martín Bristow. —He leaned behind a pillar and screamed softly.After approaching for a while, a clear voice sounded.—It's me. —Obviously it was the voice of a child. Ethan breathed a sigh of relief and bent down to look under the table.It was a blond boy wearing a short-sleeved linen suit that was hidden under the table with his hands on his knees. His face looked like the photo he had just seen.—Don't worry, don't be afraid. I am a police officer. Come here, I'll get you out of this place. —After Ethan patiently persuaded him for a time, Martin finally came out from under the table. Although carrying a child with him would make moving more difficult, he could not abandon it.Little Martin approached Ethan with panic in his eyes and trembling body.Ethan found a long knife mark on his face and several scars on his arms.Ethan sighed and touched his head.Looking at Martin, who was wearing very fine linen clothes, Ethan had an idea and quickly asked:—Martin, have you seen a blonde-haired girl who hasn't been with you? —After hearing Ethan's words, he thought for a moment and nodded slowly.Ethan's eyes lit up and he kept asking quietly — So can you take me to find her? ——I can. — After Martin thought for a while, he replied briefly.Unlike normal children, Martin, who was only seven or eight years old, seemed extremely calm and spoke very concisely.Ethan didn't care about this either. He had been kidnapped for over two years. He was different from ordinary children, and he was normal, as long as he could communicate normally.—Thank you, as soon as we find her, I promise I'll get you both out of this place.At that time, Ethan also gave a sigh of relief.From the looks of it, Martin should be very familiar with what's in this place, as he moved through the maze that was this place. As long as I found Blake, the following would be easy.After comforting Martin with a few more words, he took her hand and they walked together.After they left that place, a black shadow crossed a corner in the distance.A while later, following in Martin's footsteps, they again reached an open place.Several blood stained knives were carefully placed on the wooden table against the wall. There were also glass cans of various shapes, large and small, with various parts of the human body soaked in the light red liquid.There was an incinerator next door, as tall as a person. Inside the incinerator was a thick layer of white ash.Looking at the scene in front of him, Ethan shook his head.In fact, in the United States thousands of people disappear every year without a trace. And many people quietly leave this world.Ethan can understand killing people for profit or hate. But the Gram's murder type escaped completely pathological.Ethan squeezed Martin's hand and whispered:— Where is it?—Go ahead, freezer.Martin stepped forward and pointed forward, and when he mentioned the freezer, he shuddered.At that moment, a roar rang from the corner.— Damn bastard, give me Martin back!When Ethan heard the sound, he quickly turned around to protect Martin behind him and pointed his gun at where the sound came from.—So you finally come out, damn rat.In a far corner, Gram with a pale face slowly emerged from the shadows.He was wearing old work pants and his arms were randomly bandaged with strips of cloth, in his hands he held a double-barreled shotgun and pointed in the direction of Ethan.— Why did you have to come to finish our tranquility? Martin is mine, just let him go.— What are you talking about? —Ethan tried to get more clues.Gram crashed into the pillar with a fort crack, and a thread of blood slipped down his forehead. He staggered, laughing with a mixture of pain and satisfaction.— Did you see it? This hurts, damn it! —groaned, with a disturbing smile that only intensified his dementia.Ethan watched him coldly, adjusting the grip of his weapon. His gaze was calculating, looking for a weak spot in Gram's erratic behavior.—Soon, you will be the one in pain —Ethan replied, in a firm but dangerous tone.Gram laughed madly.— Me? You are crazier than I thought! —roared, reeling as a mocking grimace formed on his lips.Ethan reached out, gesturing quickly for Martin to stay away, without taking his eyes off Gram. He stepped forward, looking for a moment of distraction to take control.Suddenly, Gram pointed to Martin, his exorbitant eyes sparkled with a dark fascination.—You don't understand anything, do you? Martin ... he is the chosen one. You will not feel pain! Under my guidance, it will be perfect. I ... I will make it my masterpiece.Gram's tone changed, his fury turned into a disturbing calm. He slowly turned his head and looked behind Ethan, a sadistic smile looming over his face.—You will see what I mean ... now.Ethan's stomach twisted. Something was wrong, the madness in Gram's eyes was not typical of a defeated man. His laughter, echoing in the emptiness of the place, echoed in the dark corners, as if something else was to come.Ethan prepared for the worst, his muscles tense and ready, while the air around him seemed to get heavier, colder. Something evil lurked.Ethan, focused on Gram, barely had time to react when he felt a presence too close to him. Instinctively, he turned his head towards Martin, who should have remained at a safe distance. Instead, the boy had approached silently. The smile that curved Martin's lips was creepy, almost macabre, and in his hand, a sharp blade glowed in the dim light of the place.Ethan's eyes widened in disbelief. Time seemed to stop for an instant, until Martin's blade brutally sank into his thigh. The pain was instantaneous and heartbreaking, a sharp pang that ran through his body like an electric shock.Ethan grunted with agony. The pain was so intense that he felt his scalp tighten, almost as if his head was going to explode. Martin's movements, precise and cruel, indicated that it was not the first time that he did something like this.Instinct took control of Ethan. Without thinking, his arm holding the gun reacted, turning hard back. The fist and butt of the gun collided violently against Martin's face. The blow echoed in the room with a hollow sound, and the force was such that the boy was thrown back, crashing violently against a metal table.Martin fell to the ground, the expression on his face was a mixture of surprise and pain, his crooked smile now disappeared. Meanwhile, Ethan, panting and thigh throbbing, struggled to stay on his feet. Not to mention Martin, even an ordinary man would be paralyzed after being hit like that by Ethan.What surprised Ethan was that Martin got up quickly and ran to Gram as if nothing happened.Gram, with unexpected speed for his age, fired the double-barreled shotgun, which sparked while shooting uncontrollably. The echo of the shots echoed through the abandoned warehouse.Ethan reacted instinctively, throwing himself to the side as the pellets smashed the table behind him. The wood splintered into a thousand pieces, and the knives that had been on it flew in all directions, spinning dangerously through the air.While rolling on the ground, Ethan let out a roar and, without wasting time, pointed at Gram. Her finger pulled the trigger over and over again.—Bang! Bang! Bang! —the shots rang out in the small room.At the last moment the boy ran towards the front of the old man receiving the impacts that were accurate. Martin's body shuddered under the power of gunfire before collapsing to the ground, his face frozen in a mixture of surprise and pain.—No ... I don't want ... —were the last words of the little boy who died in the crossfire before his body was completely relaxed, lifeless.Gram, seeing Martin fall, gave a cry of despair. In a fit of rage, she threw the shotgun to the ground with a crash and, without thinking twice, pulled out a huge iron hook that she had been hiding behind her. With terrifying force, he ran to Ethan, his eyes filled with murderous fury.Ethan, still on the ground, barely had time to sit up when he saw the deadly glow of the hook approaching at full speed. He adjusted his posture, and his eyes, despite the pain, were focused. He knew that the next move would decide whether to survive or not.On the ground, Ethan wielded his Glock, according to his account there was one last bullet in the magazine, which shot off quickly and landed on Gram's left shoulder.Gram paused, but it was as if a mosquito had bitten him, without stopping he continued to carry like a wild beast, waved his right hand hard, and the iron hook plummeted.Ethan burst into adrenaline, clenched his teeth and threw the Glock, took the short knife that was stuck in the back of his thigh, and pulled it out hard, as blood gushed out of the wound, but that didn't matter at that moment.Ethan felt the air whistle next to his ear, so he shook his head letting the hook go past his ear, falling with a thunderous blow to the concrete floor. Without wasting a second, he turned abruptly and threw a cut with his short knife forward.The blade flew in a straight line, ripping Gram's ankle with a deep cut. A stream of blood stained the ground as she gave a cry of pain, staggering back and dropping the iron hook.Gram looked at Ethan with a flash of fury in his eyes, his face moved towards a machete thrown a few meters from him. With unexpected agility, she jumped at him, trying to get him back.But Ethan was not willing to give him another chance. With his injured leg throbbing with pain, he rose from the ground and with one last burst of energy, Ethan launched himself towards Gram, tackling him with full force. The impact was fierce, sending her to the ground with a roar. The machete slipped from his fingers and rolled away, out of reach.Ethan, with a fast pulse and agitated breathing, turned him and stood on his back, making sure he couldn't get up. Although this did not matter to the old man, since he tried with all his might, to reach the machete in front of him.Soon the cold light from the dagger Ethan had in his hand fell on the palm of Gram's hand, which was instantly nailed to the ground.Suddenly, the old man looked like a lobster that had been thrown into a hot pot, was fighting violently to free himself, but Ethan put his hands around his neck and held him tight.—You like to play games like this, right?Ethan roared in Gram's ear, and then the hand holding the dagger turned slowly, tearing the meat in its path, causing the bones of the hand to twist in pain.—What do you think if I play with you now ..Ethan released the man's hand by pulling out his razor, with his book hand he took Gram by the hair putting his head against the ground with force several times until he was semi unconscious. Seeing that he was no longer resisting, Ethan got off and took it from the neck of his shirt to drag him to the meat hooks.— What do you want to do? Do not do it.—Don't do this, I'm willing to give up.Ethan using the remaining force he had left, lifted Gram up into the air, looked at what was in front of her, and howled in horror. — You never gave that opportunity to the girls you tortured and murdered, because I should give it to you.Ethan screamed and used his arms to throw the old man forward.—Go to hell damn.A muffled sound was heard and it was firmly hung from the iron hook suspended in the air. The sharp tip of the hook caught directly on his chin and the limbs shook violently, trying to free himself, but there was no way.He gurgled senselessly from his mouth and the blood dripped.Then Ethan collapsed to the ground and began to breathe with difficulty.After a while the floor, recomposing himself, he was able to sit against the wall of the building.Ethan lit a cigarette and, while smoking, took the belt from his pants and tied it tightly to his thigh.After standing on the floor, Ethan wiped sweat from his forehead and dragged his injured leg toward Martin's side. Ethan looked at Martin lying on the ground, threw the ashes out of his cigarette and sighed deeply, there was nothing he could do, the boy had been contaminated by the old man.Staggering, he took the Glock, placed a spare charger, and walked in the direction Martin pointed out earlier.After turning another corner, there was a small staircase that led to the furthest site from the factory.Ethan went down the stairs with difficulty and came to a thick iron door with a small glass window on it.Through the glass window, Blake could be seen, dressed in shorts and a shawl on his shoulders.The moment Blake saw Ethan, tears immediately filled his eyes.In the morning that he had gone out to run through the abandoned meat processing factory, while browsing again, he saw the boy again in the second floor window.Driven by curiosity, Blake crossed the brushy path and entered the factory.He followed the boy into the basement and found the body of a hanged and dismembered woman, as well as a strange man sitting at the desk. In a panic, Blake tried to escape, but accidentally stumbled upon the debris scattered around the place.This sudden sound attracted the stranger's attention.After running away and being chased, Blake hid in a corner. After hastily sending a distress message to Ethan, the stranger caught her and locked her in this terrifying freezer.She could only desperately cling to that ray of hope, but she knew Ethan would search for her and rescue her. Like last time, she firmly believed that he would come for her.Ethan looked at the lock hanging on the door, inadvertently dragging his injured leg back to find the key in the body of the serial killer.Then he found a lever on one side and hit it hard several times, and the door lock fell off.Ethan grabbed the door knob and pulled hard.The heavy freezer door opened slowly and Blake ran out with a gust of cold air behind her.—Wait a minute, don't jump. —Ethan knew Blake's habit and quickly stopped his actions.However, as soon as he finished speaking, she was already jumping on him and Ethan groaned, enduring the pain of his injured leg.Blake held Ethan's head tightly with both hands.— I knew you will come to save me! —Blake hugged Ethan tightly with both hands, his body still shaking.Ethan kept patting him on the back, and after a while Blake calmed down.— Where's that old man? —Blake asked Ethan with a hint of panic in his voice.—Don't worry, I already took care of him. — Ethan's forehead was covered in sweat and he forced a smile.Blake was relieved to hear what Ethan said.—Come down, I'm hurt in the leg and I still want to keep it, you want.When Blake heard what Ethan said, he quickly jumped out of it and bent down."Where are you hurt?Desperate, Blake quickly reached out to touch her thigh and touched the wound. Ethan's thigh trembled, and Blake quickly withdrew his hand, which was covered in blood.—We need to find you a doctor quickly,Blake took Ethan's arm and placed it behind his shoulder as a support and helped him out more easily but he felt his chest was massaged, and that was Ethan's hand that took advantage of the moment.— You are so hurt and do you still think about this?—Be nice to this poor man.Then Blake got up angry and supported him to move.After calming down, Ethan looked into the freezer, but Blake grabbed him by the arm.Ethan released Blake and dragged his legs into the freezer. The interior shelves were full of objects covered with white fabrics.He looked at Blake again and she nodded silently.Ethan took a deep breath and then raised the white cloth.The shelves were full of dismembered limbs, as well as a naked female corpse with pale skin and bruising streaks on her body, which looked extremely cold in the cold light of the room.Ethan said nothing, pursed his lips, covered the white cloth, and came out of the freezer.Fortunately, he arrived on time; otherwise Blake would have suffered the same fate.—Let's get out of this damn place.Blake nodded and helped Ethan up the stairs.At that moment, he remembered something and quickly asked — There was a boy with that old man. You've seen?—He was probably kidnapped too. We need to find him and go together.Ethan paused for a moment and then continued walking forward.—No.— Have you already rescued him? .- Blake's voice was filled with joy.—No, but it is already free ..After hearing what Ethan said, Blake suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart and asked quickly.— What do you mean?—He is no longer a child, that old man made him a monster like him. He must have been involved in what you saw in the freezer. I knew it the moment I stabbed myself, maybe the old man used it as bait to attract people.— His name was Martin, and the crazy old man who caught and locked you up is called Gram. He has had the child with him for the past two years. "—Under the influence of the Gram, little Martin's mind was distorted, he no longer considered people as human beings, the real Martin died two years ago.Blake listened to Ethan's story in silence and the two arrived at the place where Ethan and Gram were fighting a moment ago.Gram's vitality is truly tenacious and his legs still move from time to time.Ethan smiled softly, that was fine, it was exactly what he wanted, to let the old man experience the feeling of being tortured and killed slowly without hope.Blake looked at little Martin lying to the side and released the arm that was holding Ethan.She walked resolutely alone, leaned down to pick up the machete from the ground, and then walked to Gram.It is a pity that he was hooked in the air and could not see the expression on his face.Blake's eyes filled with anger, he grabbed the machete tightly and raised his arm up, stabbing his abdomen, the machete entered the old man's stomach fiercely. After a few seconds the body stopped moving.Ethan stood still watching the scene.Blake returned to support him and, under Ethan's guidance, the two walked to the place where they entered.Passing through the previous room, Ethan looked at the blonde woman who was hanging in a trance, seemed to see that her eyes were closed and her face was calm and natural.As they approached the exit, chaotic footsteps sounded, and the light from various tactical flashlights pierced through the darkness of the basement.Steps were heard down the stairs, accompanied by Jonathan's loud scream.—Blake, are you here? Ethan ?.—I'm here, Uncle Jonathan — Blake yelled when he heard a familiar voice.Ethan also stopped and leaned against the pillar next to him.Soon, Jonathan and three city police officers came running for the sound.—Thank God you're fine. —Jonathan hugged Blake with one hand and said excitedly.The light from the tactical flashlight illuminated Ethan. He greeted several colleagues and then clicked on his lighter to light a cigarette.Seeing the uniform on Ethan's body, the local police officer under his gun.The person in front took a few steps forward and Ethan looked at the police badge on his chest and asked:—Sheriff.— What police station are you from? .- The sergeant in charge agreed: —Banshee Police Department.The Sheriff looked at him. — How's Sheriff Leo doing?